The Fate Of The World Is In My Hands, But All I Want To Do Is Eat! - Chapter 447

Chapter 447: There’s always a way
“Golf,” Seo-Jun said, twirling the golf club lightly, “…isn’t just a game of patience. It’s precision. You have to know how to handle your stick.”

I groaned, my face burning slightly.

“You’re not seriously turning this into something dirty.”

He smirked. “Jeez, how did you know?”

“Pervert.”

After what we did a while ago, they were acting like everything was normal. Like I didn’t just spill my semen down Seo-Jun’s throat and kiss Min-Cheol like a hungry calf.

Thinking about it made me burn, but if I let it get to me, I feel like I’ll be the only one losing.

Anyway, they didn’t do anything afterward and only got a wet towel to clean up the sweat I had accumulated during the activity.

And do you know what? They actually got a golf shirt for me as well but didn’t let me know till ‘after’ they were done messing with my body and taking what they wanted.

They were worried they’d mess it up, you see. And it was better to sweat in the horse riding suit than the golf shirt I’d wear for golf.

Still… Were they okay?

I took a peek earlier, and I could tell they were hard, but they were acting like everything was fine. Even Min-Cheol kept it to himself, though there was some color on his face.

Phew.

They were probably planning to take as much as they wanted later when we were alone. That’s the only reason they’ll choose to endure so much right now.

“Well, this pervert had his thirst quenched, thanks to another pervert,” he said and my face went blank.

Was he seriously going to pull up that card?

“Ah, but the bigger pervert is definitely you.” I snarled.

“Hyung,” Min-Cheol interrupted before the verbal sparring escalated. “Here, try holding this.” He handed me a club and stepped behind me to adjust my grip. “Not too tight. Let your arms stay loose.”

His hands were warm on mine as he positioned my fingers properly.

“Now, feet apart—yeah, just like that.” He added and Seo-Jun’s voice drifted lazily from nearby.

“Spreads his legs well again.” He said and I twisted.

I didn’t even turn around to know the kind of expression he had on his face.

“You’re lucky we’re a few distances apart,” I said. “Because right now, I’m holding something I can legally swing at your head and I don’t know what I might do.”

“Oh come on, you can’t possibly kill the guy who just brought you to ecstasy, can you?” He laughed and I felt irked, as well as flushed.

He was going to keep teasing me about this, wasn’t he?

“If you kill me with those things, who’s going to suck your little dick till you can’t stand anymore?”

“I’ll kill you,” I lifted the club, ready to charge at him but Min-Cheol held me, laughing under his breath.

His voice softened as he spoke close to my ear,

“I would like to do the same for you, Hyung. But we can kill him some other time. Just focus on the ball for now.”

I took in a deep breath and then let it out.

Right, let’s not kill him yet. He’s still so useful.

I stared at the tiny white sphere at my feet. It looked harmless but I’ve seen enough golf videos to know what this harmless little ball is capable of, to beginners like me.

“Now, swing slowly first,” he said, guiding my arms through the motion. “You’ll get a feel for the weight.”

I did as he said but the first swing barely moved the ball. Like I said, this harmless little ball was actually a mocking agent to beginners like me.

“Huff.”

“Wow,” Min-Cheol said. “That was great.”

I knew he was lying through his teeth but I decided to just take it as him encouraging me.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

Seo-Jun leaned against his club, unimpressed and honest to a fault.

“You call that a swing? That was a love tap.” He said. “It’s like your club just kissed the ball and that was it.”

I squinted at him.

“Fine. You do it, then.”

“Oh, gladly.” He stepped forward, plucked another club from the bag, threw the one in his hand aside, and with a smooth, practiced motion, sent the ball sailing across the field in a perfect arc.

It landed where the flag was and entered the hole, leaving him grinning with a nose that could pierce through the sky.

Show-off.

He turned to me with that infuriating grin and said,

“Just like that.”

“Congratulations,” I said flatly, clapping my hands barely audibly. “You can hit small white balls and send them flying. What a man.”

Min-Cheol snorted loudly, trying to hide his laugh.

Seo-Jun just smirked and walked over to stand behind me again, close enough for me to feel the warmth coming from him.

“Here,” he murmured, “try again. But this time, keep your back straight.” His hand pressed lightly to my lower spine and it tingled. Was this really it? “And breathe. You’re too tense.”

“I wonder why,” I said dryly, rolling my eyes away.

He only chuckled and said with a smooth voice,

“Focus.”

Between Min-Cheol’s quiet corrections and Seo-Jun’s unhelpful teasing, my third attempt actually worked. The ball rolled, hopped once, and went a decent distance, too, but it was nowhere near the flag.

Still, it was an accomplishment and I blinked.

“Did I just—?”

“You did,” Min-Cheol said proudly. “You hit the ball, Hyung. I’m so happy for you.”

Seo-Jun nodded, brushing his chin with his thumb, and smirked.

“Not bad for someone who almost got eaten by a horse.”

Ah, just say you’re the horse who ‘actually’ ate me until there was nothing left.

Hm, Seo-Jun as a horse.

The thought of it made me snigger.

Face-wise, he looked nothing like a horse, but he definitely had something that felt like it should only belong to a horse in his pants. He had horse stamina too, so maybe… Yeah.

“What sort of perverted thoughts got you snickering right now?” Seo-Jun asked and I looked up at him.

“Well, it has nothing to do with you,” I said and grinned, clutching the club tight, my leather glove clenching on it. “This time, I’ll aim higher.”I played a few more times, swinging the golf club, I mean, and I missed the ball a few times, but by correcting my posture and paying attention to the ball a little less, I was able to hit it a few times and finally got halfway through the golf course, towards the flag.

“Yes!” I sang in excitement. “I’m almost there.”

Just then, I heard horse neighs and turned to find Jie-Yu approaching on her horse.

Why was she still riding? Was it really that fun?

She got closer and then pulled the reins.

“Whoa,” I watched as she patted the horse’s mane and then looked up at us. “Ah, I apologize for coming in the horse but there were no carts, and I didn’t know how to call for one, so…”

As soon as she said that, I shifted my gaze to Seo-Jun but he rolled his own eyes to the sky, avoiding the blame.

Did we take all the carts? I was sure there were a couple more at the entrance of the field. Guess they were still there.

“Well, it doesn’t matter,” I said. “As long as you’re here. Do you want to play golf?”

I noticed her brief hesitation but then she smiled.

“Ah, yes, I’d love to.” She said and got down from the horse.

One of the guards aided her and then took the horse’s reins, just to keep it from running around.

“Thank you,” she smiled politely at the guard and then walked towards us, squirming a bit as she saw Min-Cheol and Seo-Jun.

“Come and get a club,” I said to her.

Jie-Yu picked a club and then noticed we had changed shirts but she didn’t say anything. Not like we were obligated to get a shirt for her as well and even if we did get her one, she couldn’t change there since she was a woman and… Well, you get the gist.

She put on a pair of gloves and then looked at the ball.

I saw her position just like Seo-Jun and Min-Cheol did and in that moment, I knew she was equally a golf professional.

But that snazzy image disappeared when she swung the club and gazed afar, wondering how far the ball had gone.

“Where did it go?” She asked.

“Pft,” Seo-Jun stifled a laugh. He was doing his best not to laugh, his shoulders trembling, and the same with Min-Cheol since I had my eyes strictly on them.

“Jie-Yu,” I called and she looked back. “The ball… You didn’t hit the ball.” I said and she looked down.

The moment she saw the ball still in position, her face turned red.

She trembled, feeling embarrassed, and then the two, who were holding in their laughter, let it out.

I sighed. Must they make matters worse?